Izaija 47
1 Spusti se, sjedni u prašinu, djevice, kćeri babilonska! Sjedni na zemlju, bez prijestolja, kćeri kaldejska! Jer, neće te više zvati nježnom i tankoćutnom.
Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'O tender and delicate one.'
2 Uzmi mlin i melji brašno! Skini prijevjes, podigni skut, razgali bedra, prijeđi preko rijeke!
Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
3 Nek' se golotinja tvoja otkrije, nek' se sramota tvoja pokaže! Ja ću se osvetiti, odvraćat' me nitko neće.
Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.
4 Otkupitelj naš, ime mu je Jahve nad Vojskama, Svetac Izraelov, kaže:
Our redeemer [is] Jehovah of Hosts, His name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
5 “Sjedi šutke, u mrak se povuci, kćeri kaldejska. Jer, neće te više zvati vladaricom kraljevstava.
Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'Mistress of kingdoms.'
6 Razgnjevih se na svoj narod, oskvrnuh svoju baštinu. Tebi ih u ruke izručih, a ti im ne iskaza milosti. Na starce si stavljala jaram svoj preteški.
I have been wroth against My people, I have polluted Mine inheritance And I give them into thy hand, Thou hast not appointed for them mercies, On the aged thou hast made thy yoke very heavy,
7 Govorila si: 'Dovijeka gospodaricom ću ostati.' Nikad nisi to k srcu uzela ni pomislila kako će se završiti.
And thou sayest, 'To the age I am mistress,' While thou hast not laid these things to thy heart, Thou hast not remembered the latter end of it.
8 A sad poslušaj, razvratnice, koja sjediš bezbrižno i u srcu svom govoriš: 'Ja, i nitko drugi! Nikad neću obudovjeti, neću djece izgubiti!'
And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently — Who is saying in her heart, 'I [am], and none else, I sit not a widow, nor know bereavement.'
9 Stići će te oboje, za tren, u isti dan! Izgubit ćeš djecu, obudovjet ćeš! Punom će te mjerom snaći oboje, pokraj svega tvojeg vračanja i množine tvojih zaklinjanja!
And come in to thee do these two things, In a moment, in one day, childlessness and widowhood, According to their perfection they have come upon thee, In the multitude of thy sorceries, In the exceeding might of thy charms.
10 U zloću si se svoju uzdala, govorila si: 'Nitko me ne vidi!' Mudrost tvoja i znanje zavedoše te. U svom si srcu govorila: 'Ja i nitko drugi!'
And thou art confident in thy wickedness, Thou hast said, 'There is none seeing me,' Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, It is turning thee back, And thou sayest in thy heart, 'I [am], and none else.'
11 Zlo će te snaći - nećeš ga presresti; oborit će se na te nesreća - nećeš je odvratiti; doći će na te propast iznenada - nećeš je predvidjeti.
And come in on thee hath evil, Thou knowest not its rising, And fall on thee doth mischief, Thou art not able to pacify it, And come on thee suddenly doth desolation, Thou knowest not.
12 Ustraj, dakle, u svojim zaklinjanjima i u tolikim svojim čaranjima, oko kojih si se trudila od mladosti. Možda će ti biti od koristi? Možda ćeš s njima strah utjerati?
Stand, I pray thee, in thy charms, And in the multitude of thy sorceries, In which thou hast laboured from thy youth, It may be thou art able to profit, It may be thou dost terrify!
13 Izmoriše te mnogi tvoji savjetnici! Nek' ustanu samo da te spase oni koji premjeravaju nebesa, koji promatraju zvijezde i koji svakog mjeseca proriču ono što će te snaći.
Thou hast been wearied in the multitude of thy counsels, Stand up, I pray thee, and save thee, Let the charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months, From those things that come on thee!
14 Gle, oni će biti poput pljeve, oganj će ih sažeći. Ni sami sebe neće izbaviti iz zagrljaja plamenoga. Neće ostat' ni žerave da se tko ogrije, ni ognjišta da uza nj posjedne!
Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
15 Takvi će ti biti vrači tvoji, oko kojih si se trudila od mladosti! Poći će svaki svojim putem, i nikog neće biti da te spasi.”
So have they been to thee with whom thou hast laboured, Thy merchants from thy youth, Each to his passage they have wandered, Thy saviour is not!
